译文:挥动衣袖,风卷起红尘,白昼变得昏暗;汗水如雨,道路泥泞难行。
The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.
这个世界充满了故事,而每个故事本身就是一个世界。